Starting Over Again

A/N: My new Pezberry Fanfic. Now this one will be a bit more touchy. Santana goes through family troubles and relationship problems with Brittany. And Rachel goes through being lonely with no one to talk to or hold on to. Now this will be a little touchy for some of you. But I hope that you all will really like this story because I wrote this with my heart. And I have to say I may have cried a little writing this chapter and the next chapter. Now I will be switching through points of view. The first point of view will be Santana's at the beginning. And then will head to Rachel's point of view. So I hope you guys like this story because this one will mean so much to me. So please don't hate on it okay. Just enjoy reading okay alright? Well enjoy…

SUMMARY: Santana goes through something she will always face in life wither its family or being in a relationship with Brittany. But what will happen when her life crumbles down and starts falling apart. Will Rachel help her through the hard times or will she have problems of her own?

Rated: M

CHAPTER 1 – Two Different People

*SANTANA'S POINT OF VIEW*

To you, I'll give the world, to you, I'll never be cold

'Cause I feel that when I'm with you, it's alright, I know its right.

I never knew what was hard. Having a family who doesn't accept you or having someone you love be a total complete lost. My whole life I've been hiding who I was. I was hiding from my family, my friends and basically the entire world. When I look at people who are happy and in love. Some days I wish that was me. But at this point I don't know who I am. I know I'm a different person then who I was a year ago. But this is high school. It's real life and right now I need to live in it. My family expects me to be this perfect child with the perfect boyfriend who can someday be my husband that as well can support me in anything. When I think to myself I realize that's not who I want to be. I want to be my own person. I want to be who I've always wanted to be. If you haven't already known I'm gay, okay. My family nor do my friends know that. The only one who really knows is basically Brittany. I can't exactly lie to the girl I mean she's my best friend.

"San. Can I ask you something?"

"Sure Britt what's up?"

"I was wondering why you haven't asked me out yet."

Me and Brittany have had this talk for a while now. And right I'm getting tired of hearing it. She knows why I can't. And she still brings it up. Sometimes that girl drives me up the wall that I can't climb back down most the time. I don't want to hurt her feelings. But I've got to be honest with her.

"Britt. We've talked about this already. I just can't okay."

"But why?"

"Because I haven't even told my parents that I'm gay. And you know how they'll get when we talk about stuff like that. My parents are basically relatives of Hitler."

"It's just not fair San. You promised that you would tell them. And that was two months ago."

"Look Britt. It's just really hard right now okay. I'll tell them when I'm ready to tell them."

I know she's mad but she can get over it. I love her I do. But sometimes she takes the subject too far. She knows that my parents are against gay people. If they found out I was gay they would send me away to some crazy house to try and make me straight. Which basically isn't going to happen. For now I have to keep this a secret.

"Britt we should go and torment the freshman."

"San that's really mean. Let's go to the zoo."

"Britt it's like a blizzard outside. We can't go to the zoo in December. It's snowing and the roads are dangerous."

"Your no fun."

"Britt I'm trying to keep you safe, okay. I don't want either of us to get hurt."

"Whatever. Let's just stay in then."

What was her problem. It's freezing outside and it's in the middle of December. Theirs basically a blizzard outside. There was no way I was going to the zoo at this time. If she doesn't want to hangout she might as well just go home.

"B. If you don't want to hangout then you might as well just call your mom and go home."

"Fine. I will."

I rolled my eyes and headed to the bathroom. I didn't know what her problem was. But I was getting tired of it. I washed my face and looked at myself in the mirror. All I could see was my pathetic self. I needed to come out. For me and for Brittany. I mean I did promise her I'd come out a long time ago. But I wasn't ready.

"Britt is she on her way?"

"Yeah she is. Look I'm sorry Santana. I didn't mean to ruin our little party. But sometimes I wish you would stop being so damn pathetic and just come out to your parents. I did and they love me no matter what I am or who I want to be. So just please Santana. Don't keep this up."

She walked out of the room leaving me completely speechless. Since when did she become so smart. Since when did she get words stuck in my head. Was I really that pathetic. I mean really. Since when did this finally become my problem.

"Santana."

"Yeah mom."

"Did you and Brittany get into a fight?"

"Something like that."

"What was it about?"

"It was about me coming out of the closet."

*RACHELS POINT OF VIEW*

My life wasn't all rainbows and butterflies. I never really had any friends besides Kurt and Mercedes but they have like a bunch of friends. Where does that leave me? Was this a sign telling me that I was going to die alone and that I'm going to become a cat lady? I mean I hate cats no offense to the cat lovers but really. I don't see what so great about it. I never had a first kiss. I never had a first boyfriend. And I've never had a perfect life. I was bullied every day in school and by bullied I mean slushied and thrown into trash cans and stuffed into lockers. I always had to call either Mercedes or Kurt to come and save me. Sometimes they'd help me but the other times they would go off and hang with other people. I mean what kind of friends are those when they are in need of help? I might as well live to the point where I'm going to be alone forever.

"Rachel. Are you even listening?"

"What?"

"I said why do you keep staring at Finn? He's nothing but a tree stump."

"Kurt he's your step brother."

Oh god. I'm going to die along. I need someone to love. I need someone to hold. I need someone to love me for me! Not for some freak who wears animal sweaters and really high knee socks. Except my wardrobe was basically ruined by every slushy thrown my way.

"I'm sorry Kurt. I'm going to excuse myself and go to the bathroom."

"Don't be too long. Lunch is almost over and I don't want to be alone when they start throwing slushies."

"I won't be too long."

I headed towards the bathroom when I heard a faint crying. I didn't know who was crying but when I peeked a little around into the bathroom I had seen the girl who had been tormenting me my entire life. Santana Lopez. There was something wrong. There was something wrong. I have never seen Santana cry before. I wanted to know why she was so sad. Maybe I could be friends with her. Maybe she'll let me be her friend. I walked a little closer and had held my breath in till I finally let go.

"Santana?"

"What do you want Berry."

"I saw you crying and I was wondering if you were okay?"

"I'm fucking fantastic."

I have never seen this part of Santana before. This was basically a soft side of her. Maybe something happened in her family. Or maybe she's fighting with Brittany. She'd had known them since they were in sixth grade.

"I'm sorry. I was just trying to help."

I walked out and left Santana in the bathroom crying. Before I could go back to the lunch room I was being pulled around the hall way and into a janitor's closet. I didn't know who it was but it kind of scared me. When I finally realized who was pulling me into the closet I couldn't help but feel a little confused. Why was Santana pulling me into a janitor's closet. Oh my god. I hope she doesn't kill me.

"What the hell Santana. You can't just drag people around whenever you want to. I'm not toy."

"Look. If I tell you something you promise you won't say a word?"

"I promise."

Santana seemed a little nervous. When she lifted her shirt a little I had never opened my eyes as big as I was right now. Santana had bruises all on her stomach. What the hell did she do get in a car accident or into a big fight.

"Oh my god Santana. What happened? Did someone punch you?"

When I looked at her she started crying again. That may have answered my question. Someone had abruptly hurt her. I needed to know who this was. This was not right. This was abuse.

"Santana. Who did this to you?"

"My.. M-m-mom."

I didn't know what to say. Why would someone beat up her own daughter and for what? I mean there had to be a reason why her mom had hurt her so bad.

"Santana. Why did your mom punch you?"

"Be-because I told her I was gay."

"Are you gay?"

She nodded and I wrapped my arms around her. She needed comfort and she needed it really bad. She cried in my arms and I felt so sad for her. I wanted to cry with her but I needed to show her that I was here for her and that I wasn't going anywhere.

"Hey. It's okay. I'm not gonna tell anyone. I'm going to help you okay. If you need me. You can always come to my house. No matter what the time is."

"Why are you being so nice to me?"

"Why shouldn't I? You don't want me to be nice?"

"No it's just. I've never nice to you. I'm always a bitch to you."

"Santana look. It's the past. It's forgotten."

For the next couple of minutes we had sat down and talked about each other and what our passions were. Santana's was interesting. She really wanted to become a Lawyer and become a doctor as well. I don't know how she does it but she is going to go far. I know it. I had told her I wanted to be on Broadway. But she knew that so it's whatever I guess.

"Santana. You know you can always come and talk to me whenever you feel like talking."

"I don't know. You should hate me Rachel."

"Why would I hate you Santana?"

"Because I'm gay."

"I don't care. If you haven't noticed. I have to gay dads. I will always like you the way you are not matte if your gay or not. I'm not really a judgy person about that kind of stuff."

"Thank you for understanding and listening to me."

"What are friends for."

The rest of the day had gone by real slow but at a nice pace. Santana finally realized that she had someone by her side through this. And she knew I am a trustable person. I just wish she tell someone about her mom hitting her. It's just. It's not right. I don't like seeing her like this. It's just heartbreaking…

A/N: So what did you guys think? Yay? Nay? Well let me know what you think! :)